Comfortable life in Siheyuan

When Jia Zhang returned home, she had already begun to imagine the scene where Liu Haizhong would give her five yuan a month. She sat there blankly for a long time, grinning from time to time. She was really overwhelmed by the beautiful dream.

Liu Qingshan and his companions saw that it was getting late, so they all dispersed.

As soon as he and Feng Yu walked into the backyard, they heard Liu Haizhong shouting loudly, "Qingshan, Qingshan, wait a moment." Liu Haizhong had obviously been waiting at the door for a long time, waiting for Liu Qingshan to come.

"Second uncle, what do you want to talk to me about?" Liu Qingshan asked, pretending to be confused.

"Don't play dumb in front of me. What's going on between you and the old man today? I'm helping so I can, but why does it become a monthly help? I just gave five dollars, how should it be calculated? Do you have to give five dollars every month in the future?" Liu Haizhong asked with a puzzled look on his face.

As Liu Qingshan listened, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Second Uncle, this is assistance, not a donation. How can we give so much at once? We must give a little every month, just enough to solve the problem of food and clothing for needy families. And if this is done well and reported to the street office, it will be a good thing to gain face." Liu Qingshan explained step by step.

After hearing Liu Qingshan's explanation, Liu Haizhong, who was originally angry, forgot about his anger and turned around and said, "Can this really be praised by the street? Then I will give a few kilograms of corn flour every month in the future, and the street will not criticize me, right?"

Seeing that Liu Haizhong was serious and didn't seem to be joking, Liu Qingshan stopped beating around the bush and said, "Second Uncle, you will do the same as us every month. We are just helping them, not supporting them. Don't worry, once there are results, we can report them to the street."

"Okay, next time if you have any ideas, say hello to the second uncle in advance. We are all family, there is no need to be so formal." Liu Haizhong patted Qingshan's shoulder and said affectionately.

"Okay, Uncle Er, I'll definitely do it next time, definitely next time." Liu Qingshan replied with a smile.

Liu Haizhong nodded with satisfaction, humming a little tune and went back to the house.

The two looked at the second uncle's back, feeling both amused and helpless.

When Liu Haizhong returned home, he didn't notice his second son. He looked a little nervous and even tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep.

The next morning, Liu Guangtian got up early, drank a bowl of cornmeal porridge and went out. Uncle and Auntie thought he was out doing odd jobs.

Liu Guangtian stood under the tree opposite the street office and waited for a long time before he saw Director Yang coming to work.

After hesitating for a while, he finally went in.

I knocked gently on Director Yang's office door and waited at the door with some trepidation.

"Please come in, the door is not locked." Director Yang's voice came from inside the room. He obviously did not expect someone to visit so early, and responded hastily.

Liu Guangtian's heart was tense. He slowly pushed open the slightly old door, and walked into the room step by step with such light steps as if he was afraid of waking something up.

"Comrade, what do you want to talk to me about?" Director Yang looked at the strange young man in front of him, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he continued to ask politely.

Liu Guangtian lowered his head, holding the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, and his voice trembled slightly: "Hello, Director Yang...Hello, my name is Liu Guangtian. Brother Liu Qingshan asked me to come here. We live in the same compound. My father is Liu Haizhong, the manager of the No. 95 courtyard."

His words were intermittent, and it seemed that every word required great courage to speak out, and the fear revealed in them could not be concealed.

Director Yang frowned slightly and looked at Liu Guangtian thoughtfully. Suddenly he remembered what Liu Qingshan had mentioned before and suddenly realized: "Oh! So you are Liu Guangtian. I heard that you were often beaten and scolded by your father at home, so that your body is covered with scars now." His tone was full of concern.

Liu Guangtian's body trembled violently, as if someone had poked the softest part of his heart. His eyes instantly became wet, tears welled up in his eyes, and he wanted to say something, but his throat was tight, and he could only choke and couldn't speak anymore.

Suddenly, Liu Guangtian made a surprising move - he quickly took off his heavy cotton coat, as if he was completely unaware that the temperature in the room was not that high at the moment. Then, he took off his shirt without hesitation, revealing his upper body covered with bruises.

Director Yang was obviously caught off guard by this scene and was stunned for a moment. After a long while, she came to her senses and said anxiously, "Oh, put on your clothes quickly! Be careful not to catch a cold." While saying this, Director Yang quickly got up and walked to the door, closing it to prevent the cold wind from entering the room.

Liu Guangtian followed the instructions silently. After putting on his clothes, he still kept his head down, said nothing, and even didn't dare to look Director Yang in the eye.

Director Yang sighed helplessly and said earnestly, "Alas, I am powerless to help your family. As a father, he educates his children, even if his methods may be inappropriate, but we as others cannot say much.

How about this, I'll write you a note, and you take it to find Aunt Liu at the scrap collection station, Qingshan's mother, I believe you know her. As for your work, I can only help you here. From now on, it depends on your own efforts. You must learn from others and work hard. "While speaking, Director Yang showed a face full of sympathy.

When Liu Guangtian entered the room, he was still able to hold back his tears and tried to stay strong. However, at this moment, when he heard the caring words of others, the seemingly solid defense line collapsed instantly. Tears poured out like a broken dam, unable to be contained.

Seeing this, Director Yang quickly stood up and walked to the washbasin rack in the corner, squeezed out a towel, then walked to Liu Guangtian and gently handed the towel to him.

Liu Guangtian, who received the towel, was full of gratitude. He said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for your concern. I... I will definitely work harder to live up to everyone's expectations and do my best in this job." His words were filled with endless determination and resolve.

"Okay, I believe you can do it. Take the note and go early to arrange the work. Don't delay." Director Yang persuaded with a smile.

Liu Guangtian walked out of the office obediently, turned around and bowed, and then left the street office.

Liu Guangtian's work arrangement went smoothly. Today was his first day, and he had not been arranged to walk around the streets yet. He was just familiar with the process at the station, how to use the scale, and the prices of various materials purchased.

Liu Qingshan's mother Hu Ping has specially found a master for him. Starting tomorrow, the master will teach him how to do it for a few days and then let him do it on his own.